After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

Song Zhulan opened his eyes again, and what he saw was a pure white ceiling.

Without any hesitation, he pushed himself up and sat up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small apple-peeling knife on his right hand, and he was about to reach for it.

A tingling pain came from the center of the palm, and at the same time someone yelled mournfully.

"Xiao Lan! You haven't healed yet, why are you sitting up! Go back and lie down!"

The familiar male duck voice brought Song Zhulan back to his senses. He turned his head slowly and saw a round face full of worry.

"Brother Xiaofeng?"

"I'm here," Jiang Xiaofeng said, "Brother Zhao Bin also came to see you."

Behind him, a man wearing black-rimmed glasses smiled slightly at Song Zhulan. The smile was heartwarming, but unfortunately it didn't reach his eyes.

"Xiao Lan, you finally woke up," Zhao Bin said with a fake smile: "My company and I are very worried about you, so we came to the hospital to see you. Nanhai airlifted a batch of fruits, so I brought you some, I don't know Is there anything you like."

Song Zhulan casually glanced at the so-called "South China Sea Airlifted Fruits". He was very familiar with the packaging. There was a fruit shop 300 meters away from the hospital that sold this kind of fruit baskets for visiting patients.

But he didn't point it out, but smiled politely at Zhao Bin: "Thank you Brother Zhao Bin, I'm really sorry for your inconvenience."

The two of them came and went, their voices were gentle, as if they had never quarreled over the contract.

While playing Tai Chi with Zhao Bin, Song Zhulan gradually recounted the accident he encountered in the crew and the follow-up.

A 1200-watt spotlight fell for unknown reasons and almost hit Lin Yao and Sun Cheng who were standing under the lamp. Legs were also scratched.

Fortunately, the injury was not too serious, it was just a slight bone fracture, and it would be fine to rest for a while, and it would not affect future actions.

The crew currently believes that this is an ordinary accident and is pursuing responsibility according to the procedures, but Song Zhulan feels that the matter is far more than that.

The first point is that he is very impressed with the staff of the lighting and props group. The two often exercise together, and that person sometimes shares with him some anecdotes about working in the crew.

One of them is that the crew members themselves were once hit on the head by a lamp that was not fixed by the crew, and had five stitches on the head. Omissions.

Song Zhulan had also seen him work, and was sure that this level of negligence would hardly happen to him.

Another reason for his suspicion is Rong Lin who appeared on the set at the same time.

It was already mealtime at that time, and Rong Lin's usual habit was to go straight to dinner right after the scene, and not return to the set until the next scene started shooting.He suddenly appeared when he was supposed to be eating, and the friction between him and Song Zhulan was not small, it was hard to ignore.

Due to the lack of evidence, he is still not sure whether the accident was caused by Rong Lin.

But if it's really Rong Lin...

He will return everything he has suffered thousands of times to him.

Song Zhulan lowered his eyelashes, hiding the killing intent in his eyes.

Zhao Bin was working on his manuscript when he suddenly felt the surroundings were cold, so he turned his head and told Jiang Xiaofeng: "Xiaolan and I have something to talk about, you should go out first. Turn the temperature of the air conditioner twice when you leave, why is it so cold in this ward."

Jiang Xiaofeng obeyed, walked to the controller, looked at the temperature, it was 26 degrees Celsius, and felt a little puzzled.

Isn't this very warm?

But Zhao Bin was his boss, so he didn't doubt it. He adjusted the temperature from 26 degrees to 28 degrees and closed the door gently.

Zhao Bin then said: "Xiaolan, although you are still recovering from your injuries, you still have some urgent matters to deal with. You must know that the Internet is very developed now, and things can be fermented very quickly. If you don't respond in time, you may It's getting worse"

Zhao Bin, a hypocrite, always went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Song Zhulan had expected his virtue, and said politely, "Say it."

Zhao Bin nodded and didn't make any detours: "That's right, we need you to log on to the Weibo account and apologize to Rong Lin and the crew of "Sweet Youth."

His tone of voice seemed to be business-like, but someone who cared carefully could hear that there was a hint of contempt and gloating in it.

Song Zhulan suppressed the doubts in his heart, and asked calmly: "Can you explain in detail why I want to apologize? An accident happened to the production crew, and I was the victim. Leaving aside the fact that the production crew is responsible for this matter, I should Apologize to me first, what is my fault, I need to apologize to them and Rong Lin?"

Zhao Bin pushed his black-rimmed glasses: "Two hours have passed since the incident happened, and the crew has not had time to release an official statement, but Reuters and the paparazzi have already spread the news on major platforms."

He paused, and his tone seemed to be sad: "The current news is not good for you. The marketing account has been spread all over the place, claiming that you tampered with the crew equipment to make the lamp head slip off. Originally, you wanted to use this to harm Rong Lin, but because There was an accident, and in the end it was you who suffered..."

Zhao Bin considered his words and said, "Retribution."

Song Zhulan declined to comment on the word "retribution".

But he was really confused.The public opinion on various platforms claimed by Zhao Bin cannot be said to be somewhat different from the facts, it is simply irrelevant!Song Zhulan had seen this method a lot, and it was obvious that someone did it deliberately.

The young man raised his head and looked straight at Zhao Bin, his amber eyes did not show the panic that Zhao Bin wanted.

"Brother Zhao Bin, the crew hasn't issued a statement yet, and the facts are still unclear. It's better not to issue an apology lightly."

"Conclusion?" Zhao Bin raised his voice and leaned forward, which seemed oppressive.

"The video on Weibo has already spread, and the relevant content is now posted on Hot One. Whatever you want to refute, it has already been shown in the camera. It is best to apologize immediately to minimize the subsequent harm. "

Afraid that Song Zhulan would not believe it, he turned on his phone and clicked on the video posted by the marketing account.

The man was taken from a very far distance, and the image was very unrealistic, only a vague figure could be seen, about the same size as Song Zhulan, with a red arrow and his name on the P next to it.

In the video, "Song Zhulan" wandered around the lamp head several times, and his behavior was very strange.Even after the play, he didn't leave, until he saw Rong Lin's figure in the distance, he made a gesture and took a few steps forward.The video deliberately cut the scene where Song Zhulan pushed Sun Cheng and Lin Yao away, and cut directly to Song Zhulan lying on the ground, and Sun Cheng looked down at him nervously, as if scolding him.

Netizens' comments on Weibo were almost one-sided.

[Fuck, this is too vicious]

[Song Zhulan get out of the entertainment industry!Bad artists should be banned! ]

[I heard that he added a play to himself, it's disgusting, why doesn't he die]

[The official statement has not yet been made, so everyone should stop cursing people in a hurry.Similar reversals are not unheard of. ]

[Catch the brainless fans upstairs]

[It’s really a star chaser who has lost his mind, stupid and bad]

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his mind, he memorized the IDs of the users who scolded the most and personally attacked them the most, as well as the names of a few marketing accounts.

Things can develop to the point where there are many people in the rhythm.Song Zhulan hated taking the blame for others, and would not accept taking the blame for such a non-existent one.

Zhao Bin's so-called "apology", he will definitely not do it.

But as a senior manager, Zhao Bin shouldn't have missed this point.

Even if he is really lacking in ability, when an artist encounters a public relations crisis, he will not do nothing and make people apologize as soon as it comes up.

Zhao Bin was targeting him and driving him to a corner.

It seems that after he passed the book, he was too disciplined and law-abiding, which made people like Rong Lin and Zhao Bin have the guts to be against him.

Song Zhulan's gaze sank.

"I advise you to apologize as soon as possible," Zhao Bin saw that Song Zhulan had not responded, and put on airs to scare him. "I've seen this kind of situation a lot. As long as you apologize, there is still a glimmer of life in the future. You can still be your artist and pay back your parents' gambling money."

"If you're stubborn...I can't take responsibility for your actions."

In his impression, although Song Zhulan has a hot temper, he has no opinions and is extremely concerned about his status as an artist.When something happens, as long as you use this excuse to suppress him, there will be basically no problem.

The boy was sitting on the hospital bed, his messy hair hadn't been tidied up, his legs were covered with plaster, and he looked extremely embarrassed.But he smiled calmly, with a trace of elegance that was out of tune with the environment, and at the same time gave Zhao Bin a strong sense of oppression.

Because of the location problem, Song Zhulan slightly raised his head and looked at Zhao Bin, but there was a threat from the superior in his eyes.

Song Zhulan's unhappiness that had been suppressed with difficulty before overflowed again.

Even if he is suddenly transported to the world in the book, he is no longer the highest commander of mankind, and it is impossible for people to make trouble for him five times.

He spoke slowly, with imperceptible anger in his voice.

"I will be responsible for my actions," he said, "you have nothing to do here, please go back."

Zhao Bin was furious for a while after trying hard and softly to no avail.

He looked at Song Zhulan's recalcitrance, and sneered, "If you insist on going your own way, the company will not provide you with any public relations in the future."

If the incident is allowed to ferment, the company can make a lot of money from it.

Song Zhulan ignored him and pointed in the direction of the door: "Please."

Zhao Bin was completely irritated by his indifferent attitude, and the smile on his face couldn't hold back at all.He left the ward angrily, and slammed the door, almost shaking the entire door frame.

The other patients in the corridor were frightened by the sound and complained, "What are you doing!"

The nurse also stepped forward to reprimand: "Sir, this is a hospital, please be considerate of other patients' feelings."

"Get out of the way." With a livid face, Zhao Bin pushed the nurse away and left in a hurry.

After he got out of the hospital, he thought about it, and sent Song Zhulan a wechat message that seemed gentle but actually contained a threat, every word and every word was urging him to apologize.

Song Zhulan sneered, didn't bother to reply at all, took a screenshot of the picture, and then directly dragged the person into the blacklist.